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I didn't realize that her horse-faced friend is the daughter of former Commodore and mastermind behind such classics as "Dancing On The Ceiling" and "Say You, Say Me," Lionel Richie. This puts a whole new spin on the series and makes me all the more eager to see impossibly wealthy young gadabouts shove their hands in cow vaginas.

My personal Smiths recommendations would be The Queen Is Dead (and you apparently didn't need my help on that one) and Meat Is Murder. The first album is really not all that great and Strangeways, Here We Come is sort of spotty, although it certainly has its moments. You'd also be well served to pick up the Louder Than Bombs compilations, which features some excellent non-album tracks like "London" and "Rubber Ring" and whatever else. Morrissey's solo work is vastly underrated, in my opinion, and you'd do yourself a favor by checking out Bona Drag and Your Arsenal. The Talking Heads are probably the best band to emerge in the late 70s, or at the very least the most consistent up until Little Creatures and all of David Byrne's stupid faux African bullshit. '77, More Songs About Buildings And Food, and Fear of Music are all stellar albums and a must-have for any self-respecting music fan. Like Incandenza, I am not partial to Remain In Light, but quite a few people are so you may want to give that one a shot. And don't judge the Cure by Disintegration, which really only has about two good songs. Get Staring at the Sea, which is a compilation of all of their singles released prior to that album. It's really amazing and should, if all goes to plan, make you reconsider that band altogether.

And I own the following albums: 020: Björk - Post 019: Beck - Odelay 018: Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream 016: The Dismemberment Plan - Emergency & I 015: Radiohead - The Bends 014: Belle & Sebastian - If You're Feeling Sinister 013: Nirvana - In Utero 008: Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain 006: Nirvana - Nevermind 005: Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted 004: Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea 003: The Flaming Lips - The Soft Bulletin 002: My Bloody Valentine - Loveless 001: Radiohead - OK Computer 021: Björk - Homogenic 022: Built to Spill - Perfect from Now On 023: The Beta Band - The Three EPs 024: Built to Spill - There's Nothing Wrong with Love 025: Yo La Tengo - I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One 026: Weezer - Weezer 028: Pixies - Bossanova 029: Modest Mouse - The Lonesome Crowded West 030: Liz Phair - Exile in Guyville 031: Wilco - Summerteeth 037: Magnetic Fields - 69 Love Songs 043: R.E.M. - Automatic for the People 046: Air - Moon Safari 048: Portishead - Dummy 050: Outkast - Aquemini 052: PJ Harvey - Rid of Me 053: Weezer - Pinkerton 054: Blur - Parklife 056: A Tribe Called Quest - The Low-End Theory 059: Elliott Smith - Either/Or 061: Pulp - Different Class 063: De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead 064: The Breeders - Last Splash 068: Elliott Smith - XO 069: Jeff Buckley - Grace 076: Mercury Rev - Deserter's Songs 081: The Breeders - Pod 083: Pixies - Trompe le Monde 088: Wilco - Being There

I'm totally baffled as to why they'd bother doing this list again. Edwin's explanation makes as much sense as any, but it still seems like an awfully big waste of time when they've yet to tackle best-of lists from the 60s and 70s, arguably the two best decades for rock/pop music that would contain more records that their readership probably hasn't heard but should. Doing a small revision on the first list--and what happened in the last three years that suddenly made OK Computer, released in '97, better than Loveless, released in '91--seems like a paltry excuse to post another pointless list.

The actual placement of albums by the same artists is confusing to me, since it really contradicts popular opinion in a lot of spots. I mean, I'm completely offended by the fact that the Kinks don't appear on the list until well into the 200s, considering that they were the second best (British, which absolves me from even getting into any Motown stuff) studio band to emerge in the 60s, but the fact that Something Else by The Kinks comes after The Kink Kronikles is just stupid. Ditto Eno's Another Green World before Here Come The Warm Jets. And post-Eno Roxy Music albums over the first two? Fuck off.

Yeah, their first album is thoroughly good. Utopia Parkway was hugely disappointing to me, in that it really only showed flashes of the brilliance that really seemed effortless on the first album. Why they seem to have hit a lot bigger with "Stacy's Mom" than with, say, "Denise" or "Radiation Vibe" is a total mystery to me, but it's easily their worst single yet and certainly doesn't have me clamoring to the record store to pick it up.

And he stabbed himself in the HEART, for fuck's sake. That's a hardcore way to kill yourself. The fact that he commited suicide is not all that shocking, though. He was a hopeless addict and a deeply depressed person from all accounts. His records were great, though, and he'll be missed.

So the Bucs are off to an extremely disappointing 3-3 start. I could sort of live with the other two losses, since they both came in overtime and in games where they had numerous opportunities to win. But this one really stings because they looked like absolute shit for the vast majority of the game. They just could not stop the run throughout the first half and were really only in the game throughout the second half because of San Francisco mistakes. It may be time to bring back the fabled Buccaneer Clock in my sig, which went an impressive 6-1 once I started using it. Something has to turn this shit around.

I saw them in June of 2000 in Florence, Italy. For those of you that visit Pitchforkmedia, this was the same show that Brent D. referenced in his Kid A review. Fairly amazing stuff, although my enjoyment of the new material was somewhat lessened by the fact that I had never heard it before and most of that era Radiohead stuff is hard to wrap your head around on one listen. I can't really argue with their song selection or performances, which is to be expected when you consider that that was arguably the band at their absolute peak. I'd probably consider seeing them again if they played around here.

No one should dismiss The Monkees before hearing "Stepping Stone," a song that's good enough in its own right but even better for the fact that it ended up being covered by everyone from the Sex Pistols to Minor Threat.

None of those bands are faux 80's anything. Their style of garage rock is basically 60s based, starting with The Kinks and shooting off into a lot of the stuff on the Nuggets compilation. "Louie Louie" and stuff like that. I'd like to nominate the Eagles and second the Def Leppard nod.

Brian Eno's "St. Elmo's Fire."

I don't know that there was anything logical about any of your arguments. You claimed to not care what people on a message board thought, and yet you threatened to bludgeon someone with a baseball bat for insulting your mother, who he or she has obviously never met. You also attempted to deflect some of the criticism of your hilarious picture by claiming that a co-worker of yours--who just so happens to be a cheerleader--thinks the picture is nice. That doesn't seem like the action of someone who is completely unconcerned with what a bunch of strangers--many of whom are unbelievably hideous--think of him. And you're trying too hard. Seriously, get a grip, Marcy.

This is a fucking message board and you're not worth the effort, Marcy.

Don't call me Kin, Marcy.

I'm developing a soft spot for The Lukester. I'll be your friend, little buddy.

My main point of contention with you is not so much the threatened violence or the dorky picture, but the fact that your mother is a whore.

No, I thought he did a pretty good job. You made some ridiculous threats of violence, he posted a picture of you looking like serious NAMBLA bait...check and mate, my friend.

Like Michael Hutchence of INXS, for instance. If you can't laugh at autoerotic asphyxiation, you need to check yourself for a pulse.

No, I dig what you're saying. It's hard to imagine TheLukester having much of an ass.

Someone needs to lighten up and have a hearty laugh at dead people.

Assuming that this is a gimmick, it's really a one joke character. Not like, say, Metal Ed. Metal Ed had legs, man.

I found John Ritter's death to be about as funny as any of his awful sitcoms.

I'm wary of the new Belle and Sebastian. I haven't liked much of anything they've done since If You're Feeling Sinister.

There's a potential major downside if her suicidal urges are based on mental illness of some sort. One possible scenario has him engaging in sex with her with the understanding that it's only because she gave him permission to enter her duty-free, only to have her flip out when he makes it clear after the fact that her services are no longer needed. There's the possibility of angry letters written in the blood of stray cats, stray cat corpses left on his doorstep, some sort of elaborate gnome-related revenge tactic, and so on. It's highly advisable not to fuck the legitimately mentally ill. But if this suicide business is a just a ploy to get attention, you should definitely go for it. You might get some Bauhaus records out of the deal, too.